I read about the Virginia Tech shootings when I happened to check NYTimes.com this morning. Didn't know how to react. Was initially sad. Now I'm sadder.
Mortality may be the most peculiar aspect of living. With the war in Iraq, I cried for the devastation -- soldiers, with sons at home, who will never come back. Then there are the Iraqis with their children and family dying. Do we not now know what it feels like to see "33 die," or "(insert large number) killed"?
How about this:
61 dead in Iraq market bombingWhen I think of this senseless carnage, I think of Pink Floyd The Wall, the scene where soldiers are walking, then fall, and where they lay turns into graves.
March 29, 2007; BAGHDAD -- Two suicide bombers struck a market in a predominantly Shiite neighborhood in Baghdad on Thursday, killing at least 61 people and wounding 40, police and security officials said.
The accompanying song, "Goodbye Blue Sky," reads
Did you see the frightened ones?The scene here.
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
So, there's really no conclusions to be made. As don Juan of the Carlos Castaneda novels says, death is behind you, just behind your left shoulder.
We all pass on. Act accordingly.